Shen Jue reached out and gently pressed his finger against her lips.
He was restraining himself in this way, as well as holding back.
He was eager to hold her in his arms and kiss her.
Not the quick, fleeting kiss from the night before.
But something more, something longer.
"Time's up!"
Rong Qingqing swore that no other three minutes in her life had ever been this torturous.
Rong Qingqing let out a long sigh of relief, quickly turned her head, not even sure why she felt guilty, her eyes darting around everywhere, just not daring to look at Shen Jue again.
"Ahahaha, Rong Qingqing, you're as red as a tomato!" Xiao Huang continued to tease Rong Qingqing.
Everyone had had enough fun and stopped watching Rong Qingqing and Shen Jue, dispersing and taking their seats.
Only then did Rong Qingqing quietly reach out and touch her own face, wondering if she was really blushing so obviously.
"Where's Xiao Wang? Xiao Wang can now pick someone to perform." Xiao Huang asked.
